Multitude Mondays: How To Dance With Frogs While you Wait for Your Prince
that marvelous story about the princess and the frog who is really a prince after all….
She counted out loud like her brothers and sisters do when they play hide-and-go-seek.
And she watched as if any moment that fairytale prince might pop out of the old frog’s emerald coat and present himself with a royal bow.
Four… five… six…
She ceased hopping and clasped her hands together in silent prayer.
Seven….eight…nine…ten….
The frog remained crouched in speechless sameness.
Finally, my kisser stopped counting, planted a hand on her hip in dramatic disgust and stared at that bumpy green reality.
I braced myself for tears and tantrums, tugged at her arm in hopes of leaving before the inevitable toddler melt-down.
But she shook herself free from my grasp and shrugged her slender shoulders in a rare gesture of acceptance.
“ I guess I’ll just have to dance with a frog.”
With a flap of her arms and a stretch of her toes, my princess raised her body heavenward in a graceful flourish and began to hum a happy tune.
She cast that ugly frog a mischievous grin and began to whirl upon the dirty cement as if she were cascading across a shimmering dance floor at the royal ball.
She twirled.
And swiveled.
And spun.
And suddenly, I saw it clearly- why the King invites our sacrifice of praise.
Why He asks us to give thanks even when our frogs don’t turn into princes.
Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that openly profess his name -Hebrews 13:15
Isn’t this how gratitude fuels our daily waltz?
Spins us into joy even when our dreams are broken and our hearts are heavy.
When we pirouette in praise, we discover the rhythm of grace.
Ears once deaf hear the music of mercy.
Toes once still tap out the tempo of thanks.
She began counting under her breath, numbering her steps as she spun faster and faster across the pavement.
And I realized it once again- how the counting changes us.
When we count all as grace–the frogs and the princes, the ugly and the beautiful–it changes the dance.
Perhaps more importantly, it changes the dancer.
Even when our wishes don’t come true…
When our prayers go unanswered….
When we ask for a prince but find ourselves face to face with a frog…
Even then; especially then, when we count grace, we dance with hope.
Because we know that one day our Prince will really come.
One day His kiss will turn our bumpy lives into something beautiful.
And He’ll invite us to dance with Him forever at the foot of the King’s glorious throne.
My pretty pink princess finished with a curtsey, and I found myself wishing I’d joined her before the dance was done.
After all, why wait ’til life is perfect to pirouette?
I might as well start twirling here and now,
spinning words of thanks in the midst of all these frogs.
The Overflow: I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God…On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: king of kings and lord of lords. -Rev 19:11-13, 16
Grateful for these gifts, frogs and all….
1385. Little People houses strewn across the living room- a whole neighborhood of plastic people set up on the kitchen floor… no room for cooking supper because of the creative stories being cooked up by the girls!
1386. Forgotten Hot Wheels tracks for tripping on in the middle of the night- proof of my little boy’s lazy afternoon of play.
1387. Ten kindergarten soccer stars giving me hugs on the sideline while they wait for the game to begin.
1388. Launching a new children’s ministry year- the Word brought to life- hope for all of us!
1389. Laundry piled high on the couch– at least it’s clean 🙂
1390. A beach photo shoot at sunset with my Bible study girls… giggles, poses, praises. Precious.
1391. 9 kids gathered around the table on Friday night eating tacos- NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!— and laughter and snorting and story-telling!
1392. A long bike ride along the lake with my boys- signs of autumn everywhere.
1393. Joshua skipping rocks as I watch the sun sink over the bedazzling blue. “Mommy? Do you feel happy just watching me?”
1394. Joshua’s plan to infest his playground with joy–“Mom, if my joy is overflowing, then I’ll leave all kinds of joy puddles for other kids to step in. Then they’ll just feel joyful, too. And they won’t even know why!”
1395. Garbage trucks
1396. Sticky dishes that need to be scrubbed once the kids are finally tucked in bed… proof that our tummies are full and our needs are met.
1397. A white chocolate raspberry scone and a cup of flavored joe…. savored in my mom’s kitchen while the morning sun streams in.
1398. A kitchen counter covered with brown sugar clumps, chocolate chips, and butter smears…. the girls have been baking cookies again 🙂
1399. Lizzy twirling Maggie in an impromptu kitchen floor ballet performance.
1400. Hannah’s fervent prayers for Baby Mercy, the orphan we’ve been privileged to pray for each day.
Linking again in community with Ann and these lovely grace seekers: l.l. for on, in, and around mondays, laura for playdates with god, ruth at the better mom, and jen for soli deo gloria
Every picture is frame worthy!!
There seems to be a few frogs in my life right now…(not live ones), but I’ll just keep kissing them..and in the end I think it will all work out! Oh! The stories I have to tell!
I’m dancing with HOPE, too, Alicia! She’s a precious little heart full of potential for Christ! What a fabulous amphibian reminder… :)Love your words!
Even when our dreams are broken, we are called to praise. What a perfect and delightful way to open our eyes to this offering of praise and thanksgiving. So lovely. Thank you, Alicia!
What a perfect princess she has proven herself to be . . . all our thanksgiving, indeed, transforms US.
Such a delicious story. 🙂
Hi Alicia – Thank you for your stop by…because I wouldn’t have found your beautiful, BEAUTIFUL post. I love your perspective (your daughter is beautiful by the way – in and out…her attitude needs to rub off on some of us adults ;). Thank you for sharing this story. I look forward to reading more. Christy
Wonderful pictures and a perfect thought 🙂
What a precious story and the pictures are just divine. So nice to visit here, lingering awhile.
I love how you told the story and brought about the reminder to count at the end. Beautifully done.
What a precious moment you have captured here! And: how a child can inspired. Your little sweetie is beautiful inside and out. And I love that she inspected for slime. Cool.
Her absolute trusting spirit is so lovely and sweet! Thank you for this wonderful reminder of patience and grace and hope. It reminds me of Matthew 18:10 (NIV):
See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.
Alicia–what’s adorable is the abandon with which she danced. Only a home where that joy is cultivated could ‘produce’ such a delightful girl who delights in kissing frogs and dancing in the park.
Oh how adorable! Such a sweet princess in pink… with fantastic green shoes! 🙂 Your photos are precious. We dance with hope… love that!
Oh my goodness! I loved this! 🙂
Loved this so much!
Oh Alicia, this spoke straight to my heart. “Even when dreams don’t turnout the way we thought… ” the whole ending, wow, it is so what I needed today, this week, this month. For the first time since I started counting, this week was the hardest! I struggled, but by His grace, I took up my pen and I opened my very heavy eyes and i counted. Counting and naming has changed me, and this community at Ann’s encouraged me weekly to keep it up. Your words spoke straight to my Mommy’s heart.
Blessings!
Simply beautiful – the twirling, dancing, the words – and the message from the Father in it all –
BTW – the boys can be stinky monkeys at our house, too!
Blessings to your week!
sweet…sweet pictures…and yes…counting does change the dance…amen…blessings to you~